III. Zaraki Kenpachi
The bells in the wind were meant to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies, but when you were fighting common riff-raff it was nothing but an unnecessary extra that they hadn't the mental capacity to appreciate.
Zaraki Kenpachi valued strength. He was strength. He was a mason of the battlefield, carving art from blood and gore and fire and brimstone. A battle was not a battle until he arrived—without Zaraki Kenpachi, it was child's play. No one seemed to understand that those days. He made do by fighting where he wanted to, and the administrative hell it caused the rest of those arrogant pricks in the Gotei 13 was cherry on the ice cream.